" This argument is stupid and you should feel stupid for saying it out loud because you've missed the point. No matter what, that is still Kakarot's body. He literally stole it, and you cannot fucking apply your stupid finder's keepers rule to someones fucking body. That is what you are specifically getting hot and bothered about, not the personality that now inhabits the body. That is where my critique is coming from, you fucking twit. Not that the bodysnatcher is Kakarot, but that it is Kakarot's body. It is the body he put work into and that bitch of a Supreme Kai stole and used for his purposes.
" And no, that stupid rose form didn't improve on anything; it was stealing what Kakarot already achieved and changing it to suit his garish aesthetic. Zamasu wouldn't have ever achieved that form without Kakarot's body and the power HE achieved with it. "
" Learn to understand plain language and the crux of and argument before you start running your mouth and making yourself look stupid. "
“Do you want me to argue with you on this? I don’t want to fuck Goku.”
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" Since it seems to have gone over some heads, let me be blunt: stop acting like fucking that body snatcher would be any different than fucking Kakarot. If you would fuck the body snatcher, you would fuck Kakarot. If you're going to simper over that disgusting worm, you should be doing the same with Kakarot. It's just dishonest and annoying when you act as if this isn't the truth. "
" ............. "
" That's Kakarot's body. He stole and did nothing with Kakarot's body. You're drooling over the physical features of Kakarot's body. You want to fuck Kakarot, not the body snatcher. "
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" ............. "
" That's Kakarot's body. He stole and did nothing with Kakarot's body. You're drooling over the physical features of Kakarot's body. You want to fuck Kakarot, not the body snatcher. "
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Hey Nappa, how strong is "The Good Stuff" and should it be watered down like Greek Wine?
" Well, if you mean the 'good stuff' I've found that's passing here on Earth, I'm guessing you humans could still handle it. When I call it the good stuff, I just mean that it's more potent than the standard fare as far as I've found. Still takes forever to get drunk, but not as long as most of other liquor around here. "
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" Well if that's the case, what are you waiting for? Hell to freeze over? I'm sure anything from Boose will still beat the stuff I've found. "
“Lucky for me, I’ve heard through the grapevine that Boose has been developin’ a new kind of tech to go faster than the current fastest ship speed.”
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She paused with her next shot half-raised to her lips. " You realize I've killed before, right? " She hadn't wanted to, of course. But the man was trying to attack their raid's captain from behind and kill her. She couldn't stand by and allow that.
" What does that mean? K'sha'tor? " She repeated the word slowly, the foreign syllables and proper pronunciation sloppier than she'd like. " The translator chip didn't quite get it, apparently. "
"Quite the opposite, we Saiyans have a tradition, K'sha'tor. When you achieve your first major kill, it's a rite of passage and today, you've proven yourself."
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" Even if you get ahold of your contact, won't it take too long to get the liquor here? "
“You sure got a mouth on you now, runt. You’re lucky I’m not in the mood to scrap. I’ll give whatever you call good a try before seeing if my contact on Planet Boose is still kickin’.”
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Nabooru sprang out of her attack and landed above him, slight smirk returning with her success. With how Vegeta moaned and held his middle, she was almost convinced she beat him. A cherry on top of her satisfaction in proving she wasn't going to be easy to beat. A distant thought almost convinced her that she overestimated him.
Any hope of a victory lap was quickly dashed. The crushing grip on her ankle and the sudden yank on it sent her stomach flying into her throat as he skewed her balance. Gritting her teeth she dug her other foot into the ground and bent forward to use her hands to keep from falling over completely.
Though she recovered swiftly, straightening to her full height in almost the next instant, Vegeta proved his own resilience. Mid-turn, his powerful kick connected with her side and sent her flying into the nearest wall. She burst through the stone of the abandon in an explosion of debris and dust. Pain radiated from the point of contact of his leg, of where her spine met the wall. She ignored it; she wasn't done.
Orange light exploded from the woman as she dug herself from beneath the rubble and sped toward Vegeta again at breakneck speed. Ducking her head low, she extended her arms to wrap around his waist, the momentum of her tackle sending them shooting backwards and sprawling on the ground several meters from where he once stood.
Vegeta's eyes widened with shock as Nabooru intercepted his strike with lightning reflexes, thwarting his attempt at a swift victory. His pride stung as he found himself unexpectedly lifted off his feet and sent hurtling through the air, his body crashing into the unforgiving ground below with bone-rattling force.
Gritting his teeth against the pain, Vegeta struggled to regain his bearings. Before he could fully recover, Nabooru was upon him again, her knee driving into his midsection with relentless force.
The breath rushed from Vegeta's lungs in a sharp exhale as he felt the blow connect, the impact sending shockwaves of pain coursing through his body. With a growl of frustration, he fought to push past the agony, his mind racing to formulate a counterattack even as he lay sprawled on the ground, temporarily vulnerable to Nabooru's relentless assault.
Vegeta's body trembled with the aftershocks of pain as he lay sprawled on the unforgiving ground, wheezing as he struggled to catch his breath. His hand instinctively clutched his midsection, where the impact of Nabooru's knee still throbbed with relentless intensity. The realization of his underestimation gnawed at him, a bitter pill to swallow amidst the chaos of battle.
Yet, amid the throes of agony, a begrudging sense of respect stirred within him. Nabooru had proven herself a formidable adversary, her skill and strength surpassing his initial assessment. Though his pride rebelled against the notion, he could not deny the truth of her prowess.
As Nabooru loomed over him, her imposing figure casting a shadow on the ground, Vegeta's sharp eyes detected a split-second vulnerability in her stance. Summoning the last shreds of his strength, he launched his hand with lightning speed, seizing hold of Nabooru's ankle. With a surge of determination, he yanked, hard, aiming to throw her off balance and gain a precious moment of advantage. Despite the searing pain radiating from his midsection, Vegeta refused to succumb, his Saiyan pride driving him to press forward.
Summoning his resolve, Vegeta leveraged the distraction caused by his maneuver to rise from the ground. Every shaking muscle screamed in protest as he pushed himself up, the relentless ache threatening to overwhelm him. Yet, with every ounce of his being, he focused solely on reclaiming control of the battle.
With a roar, Vegeta surged forward, his movements fueled by a fierce determination to overcome. As he closed the distance between them, he unleashed a devastating counterattack—a swift and powerful roundhouse kick aimed at Nabooru's exposed flank.
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A crimson brow lifted. " Sure. But you don't usually indulge this much. Something on your mind that you don't want there? "
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